How About, Tuesday's Trials and Tribulations?

That is exactly what today felt like.

I need some direction. I can get all kind of things accomplished. In my head. Physically, not so much. I know what I want to do, I know what should be done. I just don't want to . That includes my sewing room. I can't get my brain around it. I think it is because it IS so very overwhelming. I know, I know. Make little one inch bites out of it and take a bite at a time. Which bite goes first???

I played hooky from work Sunday. Twisted my ankle and stayed home with my foot elevated. I did manage to scrub the dickens out of the refrigerator, and thrown out some unidentifiable items. I am sure that they were food at one time. So I'm good on the fridge front. Freezer goes next week.

Yesterday my oldest daughter and I went out kayaking. It was a gift she gave me for Christmas. She got a good deal through Amazon and since I love to kayak, she did that for me. Then we went out to lunch. We shared  everything. Shrimp salad, Fish and Chips, and a beautiful slice of cheesecake with fresh blueberries on top. We were both stuffed. I can't imagine what would have happened if we hadn't shared. Oh yeah! The to die for appetizer...garlic deep fried artichoke hearts. O.M.G!!! My mouth is watering now. Next time I will remember pictures.

I joined WeightWatchers again last week. Lost 2.4 pounds! Yea! And that was eating that cheesecake too! And fried foods! And no, I won't be doing that all the time. My goal is to become healthy, not skinny and fat fried! LOL!

I talked to my psychologist today. He is helping me get through the mire that is living with my Dad. I really need this guy in my life. He is helping me immensely. I confess stuff to him like...I pulled a wire in my Dad's truck so he couldn't drive. I immediately called my sister and told her because I felt so guilty being devious. She laughed and said she was going to tell my BIL. I am doing this for my Dad's safety ad the public's safety. Dad should not be driving, but doesn't feel the same as the rest of us. Dr. Scot told me to not worry about it. I still do, but I am sure after a few days of my affirmations I will get over it.

He also gives me tips on how to talk to a belligerent ninety year old. There are things I want to tell my Dad, but I don't want to hurt his feelings. Like: You have to wear your hearing aids for the rest of us! (Dad thinks we should just magically hear him) I don't want to hurt him by telling him what he needs to do. After all, he has gotten this far in life without my help. He will not admit that he is failing physically, maybe he doesn't want to face the inevitable. My telling him these things hurts, I am sure. What if I hurt his feelings and then he passes? I could not live with myself if that happened!

After I had my appointment with Dr. Scot, I went grocery shopping. I bought lots of fruits and vegetables. Yummy stuff. Strawberries that are to die for. I know. I ate a couple while I was cleaning them, and cantaloupe. Those will be my go to-s when I am craving something sweet. I am determined to lose the weight I need to and get in shape.

Some pics I had that make me happy. That is a surprise passion flower. LOVE them!

This is Peepers (red hen) and Dela (white hen) my girls..two eggs a day!

 

The rest of the day (It is now 3:45PM) will be laundry and some maybe list making for next weekend, so I know which one inch squares to start with on my overwhelming jobs.

Finally and Hopefully

I have been in this house with my Dad since October 28. Two weeks after he turned ninety. I am glad I am here, but the move and the living here has put the "me" on hold. I am not ungrateful.
My Dad is somewhat of a hoarder. Not bad, it really could be worse. I am not a "neat-nik" but I could do better. I think I am a tad lazy too, which does not help.
What I am getting at is that there is this lovely bright and airy yellow bedroom that sits (ahem) empty right next to my bedroom. Are you thinking what I am thinking? Quilters I know all think basically the same. We do what we can with what we have and then sometimes we go out and add to our stash. I am not worried about my stash. I have been faithfully adding to it since I got here. I am just not using it. I want to mind you. I just don't have the space. Except that damn "empty" bedroom.

Um yeah...
Can you see that I spent five freakin hours in there today? I worked the entire time. Was I got done was to fill a box of papers that are older than the hills. I consulted with my Dad's accountant to find out what exactly I need to keep. He said throw out all the utility bills, credit card bills, and anything older than seven years. (I didn't touch any of the current billing statements, paid or unpaid, those are in another room anyway)
When I get this room cleared it will be Quilt Central. I will be in there. IN THERE! And not hunching over a bunch of all stinky paperwork. I will be hunching over some lovely fabrics and my stash and my quilty things and, and, and...
So, my finally and my hopefully is that I have finally started tackling the mess that will someday be my quilt central and hopefully, I can keep at it. I didn't realize how much work it is to purge!

In other news:

For my birthday I went to see two of my kiddos. The youngest daughter has a ranch (ette) down by Fresno, CA. The middle daughter just moved down there with her, because there are work opportunities for her and her boyfriend and a safety net (Her younger sister).
I went horse back riding for the first time in twenty years and for the first time with my younger daughter where we were both riding out own horses. She put me on her most gentle mare. A horn could have gone off next to that horse and she wouldn't have even flinched. Thankfully.
It was absolutely wonderful to wake up to horses outside the bedroom window. A ranch where my daughter used to work up by me just gave her fifteen horses that were going to end up at a slaughter house. They gave them to her so she could make sure they are all sound and then find good homes for them. She also has a few of her own horses. She told me she is keeping the mare that I rode. (YAY!)

Meet Tilly, or Matilda. The heart on here leg is from when she went through another horse rescue called the heart of the horse or something equally romantic sounding. Tilly is in her forever home now. My daughter loves her, so do I.

It was nice sitting in the cool evenings and watching the colors form in the sunsets. Gorgeous I tell you, just gorgeous!

Just a little slice of Heaven right here on earth. Not to mention I got to spend some quality time with my girls and their fellows.